Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Ning Xiyuan rolled back to bed and continued to sleep.

However, Yan Qian'an had an unclear expression and rarely did not move forward. He sat behind the desk with a somewhat cold look in his eyes.

Demon Realm...

Whenever I think of those things, I feel my mind is filled with unrelieved murderous intent and anger.

I wish I could crush all those idiots into pieces, skin them alive, and let their blood soak the entire demon land.

What's more, it is a paradise for killing.

Why are you here?

Seeing his disgusting old friend, who was groveling to hide his ambitions, he felt like escaping for the first time.

At that time, besides killing, it seemed that there were other choices in my heart.

Yan Qian'an sighed softly, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

This is not so good.

After all, all difficulties and challenges must be faced before there will be results.

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In the evening, Ning Xiyuan reluctantly got up from the bed under the urging of the system.

"Li Changyan sent something." Yan Qian'an's voice sounded behind the screen.

The first thing Ning Xiyuan saw was the dress beside the bed.

Not black.

But about the same.

That kind of blue is like the sea at night, and under the moonlight, there are always some twinkling stars dotted around.

The fabric is smooth, as if covered with a tulle that is both real and illusory.

Flowers, birds, fish and insects are embroidered on it with dark red thread.

"Greetings, Master Priest."

"The prince sent the maid to dress you up."

The voice outside the door was not unfamiliar. The maid was the same one who came in the morning.

The maid respectfully dressed Ning Xiyuan, and then put on makeup and tied her hair.

The long hairpin on her head is not made of gold, but emerald green that seems to be dripping water, mysterious and strange.

Yan Qian'an half leaned to one side, but his eyes never left.

He had to admit that in this mortal world, the things Li Changyan could give him were of the best quality that he couldn't buy.

This realization made Yan Qian'an unhappy.

When Ning Xiyuan stood up and faced him, even though he was prepared, his heart still beat violently, uncontrollably speeding up.

The girl is very beautiful.

He already knew it.

It’s just that I usually dress simply and plainly, and rarely do I dress so...fancy.

Light clouds covering the moon, flowing wind and blowing snow, such descriptions have become pale and clichéd.

Mystery seems to envelop the girl completely, and the natural breath that comes to her face is just like the tranquility she occasionally reveals.

A little more divinity.

The silver bell tied on his hand made a crisp sound as it swayed, which attracted Yan Qian'an to look at it a few more times.

Bell?

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Qionglou Pavilion is located inside the Prince Regent's Palace. There are no outsiders there, only Li Changyan's advisers.

Xu Ziqian was among them.

He felt deeply uneasy, thinking that the girl of unknown origin was too powerful, and powerful people were always difficult to control.

He stared at her until the girl came in.

Not only him, but also everyone sitting in this beautiful building.

Not everyone has that kind of detached and arrogant temperament.

Even Yunchan, the goddess of the White Lotus Sect.

It seems to be more or less contaminated with human breath.

Infinitely close to God, but still human.

Yan Qian'an's fingers gently stroked the dagger at his waist, his anger almost uncontrollable.

These people's eyes...I really want to dig them out and feed them to the dogs.

Li Changyan smiled and said, "Please take a seat, sir."

He looked Ning Xiyuan up and down, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Yan Qi'an: "......"

He was thinking about the possibility of killing all these people after Ning Xiyuan's mission was completed.

Li Changyan said a lot of polite words.

But everyone is rather reserved. In a country like this, respect and fear for the religion are innate.

Divine right of kings.

God is the root of everything.

Ning Xiyuan was concentrating on eating. The delicious food on the table...was so delicious!

He turned a deaf ear to Li Changyan's words.

Then the music gradually rose, and the dancer's sleeves fluttered, which was beautiful beyond words.

Yan Qi sat behind Ning Xiyuan, with only one word left in his mind - annoyance.

Just when I was feeling annoyed, a piece of cake was stuffed into my mouth.

Looking up, Ning Xiyuan stuffed the whole plate of pastries into Yan Qi'an's arms.

Not much, but very refined.

It exudes a hint of sweetness.

Yan Qi'an: "......"

He snorted lightly, still with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Ning Xiyuan didn't care about all that. He sent the disgusting things away, and the meat on the table became much more delicious.

【......】The system is silent.

Ning Xiyuan raised his head, looked at the zither player a few more times, and slowly put down his chopsticks.

The music seems light and cheerful, just like the dancers' steps, light and beautiful.

But there seems to be a trace of sadness lingering inside.

Dead and lifeless.

It has nothing to do with what is being played, it’s the person playing the piano...

Clearly feeling tired and disgusted with being alive.

interesting.

Another person who clearly wants to die, but is still alive.

The musician was a slightly thin man, wearing a light pink gown and a layer of gauze.

The wide open neckline reveals the delicate collarbone and the fair and delicate skin like warm jade.

Her skin is as white as cream and is truly stunning.

Ning Xiyuan's gaze was so focused and direct that even the zither player looked up and stared at him from afar.

Li Changyan looked at Ning Xiyuan calmly, then smiled.

It seems that even heroes cannot resist beautiful women.

The beauty of Polygonatum odoratum is still of some use.

Yan Qian'an felt that the pastry in his mouth was no longer sweet.

What's so good about that violinist?!

As expected, Ning Xiyuan still likes this?

From that Qin Chen to the current musician.

Really...it hasn't changed at all.

Yan Qianan stood up and left with a cold face.

He didn't like this feeling, it was like jealousy bursting out of the ground, sour and irritable.

nerve.

Talk about himself.

I suddenly thought of the Demon Lord's women. When they couldn't win his favor, they became self-pitying and irritable, and finally became jealous.

The ugly face is disgusting.

"If Yuzhu catches the eye of the High Priest, how about giving it to him?"

"His piano music is truly unique. No one in the entire imperial capital can compare to him."

Li Changyan looked at Ning Xiyuan with a smile.

Ning Xiyuan declined: "No need."

"Just a little interested in him."

If she really brought the person back to the yard, she was afraid that he would die tomorrow.

Li Changyan smiled but said nothing.

But when Ning Xiyuan turned around, he suddenly realized that Yan Qi'an was not there.

The party ended at night.

After everyone left, Xu Ziqian still walked behind Li Changyan, hesitated for a while before speaking.

"My Lord, such a person..."

“It’s really hard to control.”

The feeling was too strong and he felt uneasy.

Li Changyan put away the smile on his face and patted Xu Ziqian's shoulder gently.

"Ziqian, there is no God in this world."

"As long as you are human... you will have weaknesses."

There is no one who cannot be controlled.

Xu Ziqian: “…”

long silence.

Is there no God?

Being able to control rainfall...isn’t that still a god?

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Good night hahaha